Miserere

My soul is pleading

from my most honest place,

not hiding,

not performing,

simply opening itself

before the One who already

knows me.

His mercy bends,

it leans toward me;

it refuses to stay distant.

Mercy is already happening,

already leaning.

A pivot of my inner soul:

no more running,

simply

exhale.

Then mercy flows like water,

quenching the deepest thirst

of my heart.

It, without cruelty, lifts me up

and whispers,

“I forgive you…”

And then I know

I am becoming

whole again.